Broken Homes - My Iron Lung

This summer

I hid from the sun and built thicker walls to hide from the cold of winter

But when winter comes

I’m stuck in this cycle, consistent, repetitive

I built thicker walls

So you won’t get too close

So you won’t think too much about me

So this doesn’t end like everything good in my life

Cause everything falls apart

And I guess I’m just older

And my past has made me careful not to trust even my family

The ones who gave me shelter

What’s a home with no foundation?

Just a place to rest you head

And hope that if the walls come down falling

They’ll forgive all that I said

I was screaming in my pillow

Hoping they would hear

And realize what they were doing

Was building up a fear